Daddy's Messages

I never realized just how detailed and organized Daddy was, and what meticulous records he kept, until after he passed away. He was truly amazing. In an effort to empty Mother’s storage unit a couple weeks ago, this box of double-stacked cassette tapes, dated 1987 and 1988, were sent home with me. They are tapes of Daddy preaching when he was a pastor in McComb, MS. Dayle also has a box, and Elaine has a box—although I don’t think Elaine knows it yet.

When I first got my box of tapes to the house, I let it sit on the counter awhile, pondering what on earth to do. Putting it on the curb seemed wrong, but my closets are all full. After a few days of thinking, I decided I would discard any tapes that were of other ministers ministering, which was about 20 tapes. That meant I still had about 120 tapes to do something with. I finally decided I would listen to one sermon a day until they had all been heard. After that, I’d either sit them at the curb, or stick them under the bed for someone to deal with after I’m dead and gone.

I must say, it's been such a blessing, listening to my daddy preach the Word over the last week. I've laughed. I've worshiped. I've gotten weepy. I've been surprised. Seven tapes down; 113 to go.

I hope your Tuesday evening is exactly as you wish, dear friends. If not, God is still good, and his love for you never ends. Be grateful. Be merciful. Be kind.